bakerstreet | Food play meme

FOOD PLAY MEME

In a place made for the sensual and the decadent, there surely would be other floors to fulfill needs beyond that of fleshly pleasures. So the staff was gracious enough set a floor aside casting away the usual humdrum of pornographic art for a more voguish and modern setting of subdued reds, dimmed lights, and private tables with plenty of room for more than one. Of course this is no mere collection of food and drink fit for those reigning in Valhalla, it's a special gift with gentle push from the staff.

The aroma of the smoked and the sweet is enough to reel anyone in hungry or not. Perhaps a gentle wisp caught your attention or the other primal need took control, but it does not matter what brought you here and rather what you plan to do with it.

You'll find the finest delicacies from across worlds and time. Things steamed to a perfect setting leaving it moist and warm, dishes created with ingredients rare and sharp, and wine aged to perfection. If that is not your taste, there is plenty more from fried to chilled.

This being the Hotel though, you should be mindful of what additives have been placed in your dining. No one said anything about appeasing to one sense at a time and surely the patrons would enjoy a show. If not, you can always tuck away into one of the more private booths for a show between lovers.

Just mind what you eat and how much...

► This is an open post for food play and kinks related such as
body shots, human platters, feeding, and weight gain.

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Character Name: Shrieky (or Mermaid, or Conway.)
Preference: OTA
Kinks: I'm up for everything mentioned in the main post (weight gain, feeding, human platters, etc.) but it should be noted that this character is kind of rude and greedy, so in a straightforward feeding scenario he should probably be the recipient, as he could not be relied upon to not just eat whatever food was intended for your character.
Short Description of Character: He's an original character, a merman who was raised in isolation in a castle moat. He's sort of selfish and bad tempered, but also pretty easily placated. He's not very socially adept.

Edited 2012-09-14 20:49 (UTC)

Marty's enjoying the free food. He's a world-class mooch, and this is a world-class feast. Unfortunately, he's a little drunk off of the wine, so he's sort of losing coordination. This may lead to some accidentally suggestive food dropping. He's in the middle of regaling Shrieky with a story about his theatre days in between bites of cake.

"--and then the guy had the nerve to call me a drunk, can you believe it? He drinks Jager like it's water, and he calls me a drunk just because I, like, puked in a wig cap during rehearsal. Anyway-- is this red velvet?" He holds up a bite of cake questioningly. "What the fuck flavor is red velvet supposed to be, anyway?"

Edited 2012-09-18 23:15 (UTC)

Shrieky is weirdly intrigued by Marty's flashy theater life, but really, that might have more to do with the fact that he's a little drunk himself and Marty is very good at gesturing impressively as he talks. "It sounds to me," Shrieky interjects knowledgeably, "As if he was jealous of your superior acting ability."

Mainly because he thinks that's a hilarious thing to suggest.

And then Marty is holding up a bite of cake, and asking what flavor it is, and Shrieky is pretty much entirely certain that this is an invitation for him to eat it and give his valued opinion, so, in one quick motion, he leans forward and nabs the bite of cake off the end of Marty's spoon (or fork, whatever).

He chews it ponderously, before offering his expert insight, "It is the colour of a red plum, but it does not taste like one!"

"I know, right? And he was probably mad because I slept with his girlfriend once, but come on, that was like a year ago, and--"

Marty's self-absorbed rambling is cut short, however, by a grievous act. Shrieky took his cake. He was holding it out (on his fork, thank you very much) ponderously, not in offering! He was making a point! Or, well, okay, he wasn't making a point, but he was using the bite of cake to illustrate his question.

And Shrieky ate it.

"Of course it doesn't taste like fucking plum, that would be gross," he snaps. "And more to the point: that was my cake!"

BRO. He doesn't know you well enough to be sharing food with you.

Edited 2012-09-19 00:06 (UTC)

"I have eaten plum cake, and it happens to be perfectly delicious." Says Shrieky, in an uncharacteristically prim tone, "And you were clearly holding out a piece of cake, and asking for my opinion on what it's flavour was, how else was I supposed to answer accurately?"

Anyway, now that his hunger for Marty's cake has been satiated, he's going to reach for the grand tower of profiteroles in the center of the table, because he would like some of those if you please...

"It was a rhetorical question! I was being rhetorical!" Marty may not know what the word 'rhetorical' means. He frowns, deeply put off by this turn of events. Everything was better when it was about listening to him talk, not cake disputes. In an act of premeditated vengeance, he snatches a profiterole from Shrieky's hand and takes a bite out of it.

"Delicious," he gloats.

Oh fuck you Marty. Shrieky stares at him with eyes full of barely concealed rage.

"I didn't ask you if it was delicious! I knew it would be!"

His voice has risen high and expressive with his anger.

It takes all his willpower not to laugh in triumph. "Yeah, and now my tongue knows it's delicious, too!"

Whatever that means. Marty finishes the profiterole off and downs the rest of his wine. "You know what else this is? Satisfying."

Shrieky has never felt so wronged. He glares at Marty with an indescribable ire. "This is why people say terrible things to you. It is not because you are talented and attractive, it is because you are unpleasant!"

Marty was probably neither talented nor attractive. Shrieky honestly couldn't tell about the talent part. It all sort of went over his head.

Still, he watches Marty suspiciously as he goes for another profiterole. Marty probably thinks that the battle is over now, when in reality, Prefect is pretty much waiting for him to try and eat something else, like a Cobra ready to strike.

Well, now Marty's going to try his hand at a cookie, smugly satisfied that Shrieky has learned his lesson. "You're just lucky I didn't lick the rest of them."

He thought about it. But he didn't do it. He's just that merciful.

Shrieky doesn't even bother to try and grab the cookie, instead, he just moves forward, with all the lightning reflexes of a fish, and clamps his mouth down over the cookie. It's gone in one bite in one bite, and he leaves only the most meagre of crumbs clutched between Marty's fingers.

Then he sits back, and chews the cookie with an expression of unassailable arrogance.

Edited 2012-09-19 01:24 (UTC)

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